Secret of Birth
is the seed indiscreet
be not seen implanted
Night covers all God's designs
he puts to sleep the humans
and veils the sight of demons
animals are decent
they get distracted only by scent
of one's own descendant
Secret of Cosmic Births
vanish before your sight
passes the urge to brains
to watch the signals
and search for the symbols
Strangely God's formula for nectar
scientists never did try
his soil none did invent
his water and oil never did underwent
any researches of fund
codes of love are only Chemistry
to the Psychic docs who angle for mystery
none has the news of what is anew
at night hours at secret chambers
Lord and his minstrels with magic wands
change the lives of helpless bands
Lalitha- you seem to have a mystic streak in you and it shows clearly in your poem... the lines have a certain inner secret about them...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a searching poem...but will we find answers? ...that's a good question!